#litquotes

[elephantsay]

At this point, I should explain what had happened to me since that summer day when I last hugged my dear and wise professor, and promised to keep in touch. I did not keep in touch.

tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

[pout-dracula]

Bigger questions, questions with more than one answer, questions without an answer are harder to cope with in silence. Once asked they do not evaporate and leave the mind to its serene musings. Once asked they gain dimension and texture, trip you on the stairs, wake you at night-time.

Jeanette Winterson // Written on the Body

[shutterandsentence]

Humans think they are smarter than dolphins because we build cars and buildings and start wars etc., and all that dolphins do is swim in the water, eat fish and play around. Dolphins believe that they are smarter for exactly the same reasons.

Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

[jacnaylor]

“I sang a thousand hallelujahs the moment I saw you”

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“It's pathetic, I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was...not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you. Game over."

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“And my soul saw you and it kind of went “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

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“That scares the hell out of me. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I could never see the end.” “What scares me is I always could.”

a thousand hallelujah by the shires, you had me at hello by mhairi mcfarlane, i wrote this for you by iain thomas, farscape 4x22 “bad timing”

[mystics-and-metaxy]

Two Men at a Table [To Dostoevsky] (1912) Erich Heckel Oil on Canvas

“I want to live, Aloysha, and I do live, even if it be against logic. Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; some human deeds are dear to me, which one has perhaps long ceased believing in, but still honors with one’s heart, out of old habit.... And I will not weep from despair, but simply because I will be happy in my shed tears. I will be drunk with my own tenderness. Sticky spring leaves, the blue sky—I love them, that’s all! Such things you love not with your mind, not with logic, but with your insides, your guts, you love your first young strength ...” 

— Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 

[trans. Pevear & Volokhonsky]

[timcurlyshepard]

the outsiders + the crucible

[keepitkoi]

Broken by Jex Lane

We have been told this war is about power and wealth, territories and survival, but it’s a lie. A terrible lie. This war is nothing more than petty revenge. 

[nymfe]

“The deep impression made (...) was like that of a horror in a dream; that will not leave the room although we waken up, and rub our eyes, and force a stiff rigid smile upon our lips. It is there—there, cowering and jibbering, with fixed ghastly eyes, in some corner of the chamber, listening to hear whether we dare to breathe of its presence to any one. And we dare not; poor cowards that we are!

—Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South